Ballads for little folk . so fast,See men that are threshing the wheat on the floors ; And now the bright picture is past ! Telling Fortunes. 89 And I see, rising dismally up in the place Of the beautiful house and the land,A man with a fire-red nose on his face, And a little brown jug in his hand ! Oh ! if you beheld him, my lad, you would wish That he were less wretched to see ;For his boot-toes, they gape like the mouth of a fish, And his trousers are out at the knee ! In walking he staggers now this way, now that,And his eyes they stand out like a bugs, And he wears an old coat and a batte
Ballads for little folk . so fast,See men that are threshing the wheat on the floors ; And now the bright picture is past ! Telling Fortunes. 89 And I see, rising dismally up in the place Of the beautiful house and the land,A man with a fire-red nose on his face, And a little brown jug in his hand ! Oh ! if you beheld him, my lad, you would wish That he were less wretched to see ;For his boot-toes, they gape like the mouth of a fish, And his trousers are out at the knee ! In walking he staggers now this way, now that,And his eyes they stand out like a bugs, And he wears an old coat and a battered-in hat,And I think that the fault is the jugs ! For our text says the drunkard shall come to be poor. And drowsiness clothes men with rags ;And he doesnt look much like a man, I am sure, Who has honest hard cash in his bags. Now which will you choose ? to he thrifty and snug,And to be right side up with your dish ; Or to go with your eyes like the eyes of a bug,And your shoes like the mouth of a fish! Yo&Sa W>0. THE WISE FAIRY. Once, in a rough, wild country,On the other side of the sea, There lived a dear little fairy,And her home was in a tree. A dear little, queer little fairy,And as rich as she could be.
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